Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.